Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 23:49:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc
Subject: A Little R & R
Disclaimer:
The following story depicts explicit sex between consenting individuals.
If you are under the age of eighteen, or find homoerotica offensive,
STOP HERE!
Author's Note:
This story was originally written for an online discussion group. I
have recreated it here, in it's entirety with only minor alterations.
A Little R & R
By Rim4you
Chapter 1
At 13, I was a little intimidated by my Dad's brother, Randy. Although
we were only 8 years apart, Uncle Randy was loud, boisterous and rather
rough around the edges whereas I was more on the shy side. Quiet and
reserved as I was entering upon that transitional stage in my life:
puberty, and all the feelings, emotions and urges that went with it.
After graduating from boot camp at Camp Pendelton, Uncle Randy grabbed
his first chance at furlough, before his first duty assignment, to visit
my family in Sacramento.
I dreaded his visit. If Uncle Randy was rough before he went into the
Marine Corps, he was bound to be rougher and cockier than ever before.
Boy! Was I in for a shock!
Apparantly boot camp had straightened Uncle Randy's attitude and
demeanor quick. No longer was I confronted by this arrogant ogre, but
on the other hand, I was met by this fine, strapping figure of a man,
who was poised, confident and pleasent to be around.
My teenage hormones kicked into high gear. Even at that age I knew I
was attracted to guys, but Uncle Randy? I wouldn't even have considered
Uncle Randy prior to his going into the Corps ... heaven forbid! But
now?
I became mesmerized by his good looks, which I never noticed before; by
his masculinity and his friendliness towards me. I took every
opportunity I could to be with and around my uncle, and needless to say,
he responded in kind.
Then it happened. I hadn't planned it or prepared for it. It just
happened.
Chapter 2
I was in my room, rummaging around in my walk in closet for something,
when I heard the bedroom door close. As I had two twin beds in my room,
Uncle Randy and I shared the room.
The closet door was slightly ajar and afforded me a view, without being
noticed, so I thought, of Uncle Randy's bed. I could hear sounds. The
sounds of a person undressing. The next thing I knew, Uncle Randy was
streatched out completely naked on his bed. He parted his legs slightly
and I could see his hefty, hairy ball sac resting on the mattress
beneath him.
I must have uttered a slight gasp because Uncle Randy looked towards the
direction of the closet. He smiled but said nothing as he slid his hand
down towards his crotch and began gropping and pulling on his cock. His
cock responded to his touch and slowly swelled within his grip. It was
the biggest cock I had ever seen! Not that I had much opportunity to
see guys naked and above all, with a raging hard-on to boot!
"It's been a long time, buddy," Uncle Randy said, looking down at his
cock, "since you and I got together!"
Uncle Randy again shot a glance towards the closet door and grinned
seductively as if he knew I was in there, watching him turning himself
on and in the process, turning me on too. He spread his legs wider,
draping them on either side of the bed, his hand continuing to stroke
his long, thick, veiny cock.
Then he realeased his grip from his shaft. Uncle Randy's cock snapped
back with a thump onto his washboard stomach. He brought his hands up
to his nipples and began squeezing and tugging on them. His cock
responded with jerks of its own.
I was in a trance, my gaze riveted upon this hunk of a man and what he
was doing. My hormones kicked into overdrive as I tugged at my shorts
to get them down so my aching cock could be released.
Slowly, Uncle Randy began to change his position. He turned over onto
his hands and knees, his elbows digging into the mattress, his ass
staring at me.
Chapter 3
I nearly lost my balance at the sight of my Uncle Randy's muscular ass,
the trench of which was forrested in swirls of dark hair. If it weren't
for my hand making contact to the wall of the closet, I would have
surely fell against the door and tumbled out onto the floor. Instead, I
gasped, audibly this time.
Uncle Randy must have heard me because he chuckled softly and gyrated
his ass in the air while reaching down to his cock and pushed it back
towards my direction. His cock was rock hard and oozing pre-cum which
fell in a fine thread down upon the bed.
Releasing his cock from his hand, he leaned over the side of the bed and
rummaged through his duffle bag. He retrieved two objects. One was a
brown bottle which he placed on the nightstand between the beds. The
other was a jockstrap. A grundgy, dirty jockstrap from what I could
tell. It wasn't white but rather a yellowish-beige.
I wondered what he was going to do next. I was especially intrigued by
the little brown bottle he'd placed on the nightstand and wondered what
it was for.
Then I got shocked by what happened next, almost grossed out, but at the
same time, excited.
Uncle Randy reached behind himself and fingered his asshole. Then he
brought his finger under his nose and sniffed.
"That's so disgusting!" I thought to myself, but yet at the same time I
was mesmerized by his action. He seemed to be enjoying what he was
doing.
Without thinking I slid my hand around to my butt. My fingers inched
their way into my hairless ass trench and I too found myself fingering
my moist hole! Hesitating at first, upon realizing what I was doing, I
cautiously brought my finger up to my nose and sniffed. Yes, the scent
was stink but at the same time arousing.
Next, Uncle Randy reached for the brown bottle. Unscrewing the cap, he
brought the bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he screwed
the cap back on and placed it back on the nightstand.
I watched, excitedly, my finger still under my nose, sniffing, as Uncle
Randy seemed to transform into a wild, bucking animal. Whatever it was
that hit him, or made him get that way took hold of him and seemed to
possess him. He grabbed his grundgy jockstrap and rubbed it all over
his face and at one point, put it into his mouth and chewed and sucked
on it, all the while his ass swirled and bucked in the air. Then he
calmed down. His breaths were rapid and heavy.
He chuckled again. Then turning his head towards the closet door he
smiled and winked.
"Hey, little buddy!" he said in a clear voice, "why don't you come over
here and help a Marine out!"
Chapter 4
I was shocked upon my discovery. I froze. I couldn't move. I couldn't
speak. I was embarassed and excited at the same time.
"It's okay," Uncle Randy continued in a soothing voice, "please, I think
we can help each other out, Squirt!"
Squirt was my nickname. Almost breathless, I stepped out of my shorts
and cautiously pushed the closet door open. I stood before my uncle,
naked from the waist down, fully erect, hanging my head down avoiding
his gaze.
"That really looks good, Squirt!" Uncle Randy said, "something any
Marine would love to have and enjoy! I hope I didn't shock you."
"No!" I stammered, "I ... uh ..."
"Shhhhh!" he responded, rolling onto his back and opening his arms
wide. "Come here, Squirt. I'm not going to hurt you!"
"Promise?" I asked, hesitant.
"I wouldn't dream of it," came the response.
Slowly, tentatively, I walked towards my uncle.
"Can I just ... uh ... lay here next to you, Uncle Randy?" I said,
nervously.
"Sure!" He replied, softly. "Is it alright if I held you?"
"Yeah, I guess so. You promise you won't hurt me?"
"I promise, Squirt. I won't hurt you."
I climbed onto the bed and into the powerful embrace of Uncle Randy's
arms. He held me close and gently caressed me. I placed my head against
his hairy chest and breathed in his masculine scent. That singular,
distinctive musk that was his. I sighed.
As I sighed, Uncle Randy kissed my forehead and gently outlined the
contours of my face with his fingers. As he did so, and the finger that
had ventured into his asshole grazed my nose, I pressed my face forward
and inhaled more deeply. He paused and held his finger under my nose so
I could savor its fragrance. His most private scent.
What had at first disgusted me, now excited me. I couldn't rationalize
why. It just did and I thrust my crotch forward, grinding my cock
against his.
"Do you like that smell, Squirt?" Uncle Randy asked.
"Yes!" I answered, feeling a rush of embarassment take hold of me.
"It's okay, buddy!" Uncle Randy replied. "I like it too!"
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes! Very much so," he replied.
"But isn't that nasty?" I asked.
"I suppose so," Uncle Randy answered me, "but I can't help liking it.
It turns me on."
"Like your jockstrap?"
"Yes! That too, buddy!"
We spent the remainder of the afternoon together in my room. Uncle
Randy opened up for me a world that, up until then, I had only dreamed
about and masturbated privately to.
As I erupted my third ejaculation into my Uncle Randy's open, hungry
mouth, I wondred if all Marines were just as horny as my Uncle Randy
was. I made up my mind right then and there that I wanted to be a part
of the Corps too. "Semper Fidelis," always faithful.
I'm 20 now. A Marine. Lance Corporal Marc Brian Curtis. The pride and
joy of my Mom and Dad. As for Uncle Randy? He's my other half. My
lover, USMC ... "Semper Fi!"
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